I suppose the ultimate coming out would be taking Mike to the village as my husband. My family knows him, and though my mother won’t say his name when we’re on the phone, my niece and nephews do, though they most often refer to him as tauji or mamaji. But I’ve come out so many times, in so many ways over the last ten years — about my sexuality, my youth, my “accident,” my art, my marriage to Mike, relocating to the US, that coming out has become a mantra, the truth about who am I, what I do, and everything I want to do and be. I am Balbir – a real artist – out, gay, proud and happy, nearly 50 years of catastrophes and triumphs after my start, stepping out, journeying out, still coming out, into the world, and lusting for life.